A Planned Event

Chapter 6

During the following years, the High King Gil-Galad was more than true to his word and Molnenion had many adults who cared for him. Every day as the beautiful child learned his lessons, and after they supped together, Erestor would have his son teach him all he learned; in this way the former slave began his thirst for knowledge. His son was his salvation. He taught his father to read, unbeknownst to the elfling. Each day, Erestor served the king in the only way he knew how, he shared not only the king’s bed when called to, but he became the ears for Gil-Galad, often listening in on the king’s meetings. He found he had an ear and eye for liars, and in the aftermath of passions spent, Erestor would often subtly offer his opinion to Gil-Galad of various ambassadors and traders. The king listened.

There was a growing dissension among the court about the king’s liaisons. His allies and advisors felt that he should marry and thusly produce an heir and they did not know that Erestor was capable of carrying the king’s seed…

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The king had just returned with Cirdan after looking for a new place for all to live…too much was happening. So much war and strife and kinslaying for the Silmarils, that he and Cirdan decided they needed to relocate before it came to their very door. Molnenion was on his way to becoming an accomplished warrior, and he was just past his majority thirty years now. He grew tall and had both build and looks of his father, Ecthelion. He was outgoing, had many friends and was well loved by all. He was the complete opposite of Erestor. Nenion called Meriliel mother, for she helped raise him and Erestor, father. To Nenion this was all perfectly normal. As an elfling he had had many questions for Erestor who did his best to answer most queries as honestly as possible.

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Erestor was sitting with Meriliel on the stone bench in front of his home watching the sunset with its oranges and yellows, making the water sparkle like gems. “There is talk about the king.” She broke the silence.

“There is always talk where a king is concerned.” Erestor answered blankly.

“And you,” she whispered.

“Humph, so what else is new?” Stated Erestor calmly.

“They say you are his lover.”

Erestor just sighed. “That is all then?”

“No, my friend, they wish for him to wed and produce an heir to the throne.” She looked deeply into her friend’s eyes.

“That is to be expected, is it not Reel?” he called her thusly.

She sighed heavily, “You know, you could...”

Erestor stood and cut her off. “NO! Do not even say such a thing, never again shall I put myself through that…never…”

“Please, I did not mean to upset you.” Meriliel touched his arm lightly as he sat once more.

“ I know…. I…I …just need to be alone Reel…would you?” he slumped into his seat, going into himself once more.

“Of course,” she stood and kissed the top of his head. “I am so sorry.”

He waved her off but found he could not speak. As he watched the last of the sun disappear into the horizon, he thought of the night that he conceived Molnenion and shuddered.

He lay in his little cot, awaiting Ecthelion’s return from a party. He had already turned down the sheets and fixed the curtains the way that his lord liked them for bed. Erestor had placed fresh flowers upon his lord’s tables and a pitcher of clean, cool water along with a spotless glass, next to his lord’s bed; and topping it off at the end of the bed was Ecthelion’s silken house robe.

Erestor continued to wait for the sound of Ecthelion’s return in the courtyard, for he always came back from such ribald carousing slightly drunk from imbibing too much on his favorite wines, and this would lead to amorous overtures that made Erestor have to use all his wiles to make his drunken lord find his release. If he did not do so, he knew first hand that Ecthelion would frustrate himself to the point of anger until he came. Erestor did not wish to inflict his wrath. Ecthelion, though a good lord and master, rarely hit his servants; nonetheless, early on in his time with his new lord, Erestor felt Ecthelion’s hand across his face, which knocked him to the floor. He never wished to make that happen again, so he was ever watchful and careful that his lord had everything the way he so wished.

Hearing his lord’s horse trot onto the stone of the courtyard, Erestor immediately got up and prepared his lord’s bath. Looking into the mirror, he made sure that his hair was in place, and that his sleeping pants were wrinkle free. “Erestor!” he heard Ecthelion calling him.

Erestor opened the door and took his lord’s cloak and without delay hung it in the wardrobe. “You look delicious,” smiled Ecthelion as he grabbed Erestor around the waist and kissed him sloppily. Managing to sit Ecthelion down, Erestor removed each boot and placed them immediately next to the door.

“My lord, I have a bath prepared for you,” Erestor replied with eyes cast down in supplication.

“Good, good, I smell of weeds and wine,” laughed Ecthelion as Erestor led him into the bath after removing his clothes and placing them folded into the soiled clothing basket for the laundress to take in the morning. After washing a dozing warrior, Erestor dried him off and went for the silken robe that Ecthelion favored after his bath. Ecthelion sat down at the dressing table and watched as Erestor combed his wet hair and gently untangled the knots.

“Pretty Erestor,” smiled his lord with a predatory look, “you will share my bed with me this night.”

“My lord, thank you,” Erestor replied as he was trained to do.

“Dance for me,” smiled Ecthelion, his eyes filling with lust.

“Yes, my lord,” Erestor replied and began to do so.

“Ah…ah…ah,” grinned Ecthelion as he waggled his finger, “do so without clothing.”

Inwardly Erestor cringed but did as he was commanded to do.

Ecthelion watched with desire as Erestor gyrated before him, his flesh bare for his master’s eyes to devour. Growing impossibly hard, Ecthelion began to moan as he took himself in hand. Ending in a slow leg split, Erestor’s face came within inches of the pulsing member in hand. “My lord, let me have the honor of doing that,” Erestor breathed heavily as he went on his knees before Ecthelion and took his lord’s hard length in his mouth. Ecthelion moaned loudly as he thrust forcefully up into that delicious mouth before him. Grabbing Erestor’s hair by fistfuls, he continued to assault that orifice until he was near release. Unable to do so, Ecthelion pushed Erestor away and barked at him. “On the bed, now!”

“On your back! Yes…. legs wide for me Erestor.” Erestor did as he was told.

“Hmnn, something different, I need something different…” Ecthelion then ran his finger down Erestor’s length and then below until he reached the small opening just beneath where Erestor’s testicles once were. “Let’s see what this does, shall we?” Ecthelion gently began to massage the opening with his finger. Erestor’s eyes widened with fear.

“P...please, my Lord Ecthelion, do not…I… m…may conceive.” Erestor begged his master with tears in his eyes. “I…I have not been breached there as yet.”

“Hmnn, perhaps I would like that, my beautiful one. Imagine the pretty elfling we will have,” Ecthelion kissed Erestor passionately as he began to line his weeping elfhood up to the virginal entrance and pushed…hard.

With a cry, Erestor screamed out from the pain, tears falling steadily down his face as he tried in vain to close his legs and scramble away. He was no match for the weight of the warrior atop him.

“Shhhh, quiet!” Ecthelion covered Erestor’s mouth with his hand. “You will have the guards here, thinking I am being harmed.”

The pain seared up Erestor’s thighs, throughout his belly and down to his toes. Sending his mind away, he fell numb, staring at the candlelight as it made shadows dance ghostlike upon the walls and ceiling. Waiting… for it to be finally over.

Breathing heavily, Ecthelion continued to move within this newly breached area, his excitement heightened his senses and he came with a loud groan, his seed forcing its way deep inside of Erestor, and so it began. Seed fought and penetrated egg and the cycle of life was brought into play once more.

Ecthelion immediately began to doze and slid out of Erestor, falling deeply into reverie. Stifling his sobs, Erestor stood and looked upon the white sheets now stained with blood. Knowing his lord would be angry to awaken in soiled sheets, Erestor began the task of removing and then replacing the bed with fresh sheets while a deeply sleeping warrior elf was still in it. He then cleaned his lord before attending to himself in his lord’s bathroom. Stealthily he made his way into the now cool water and silently washed himself of blood and dripping semen, he then drained and cleaned the pool before he found his rest in his cot, crying himself to sleep.


“Father...father!” Erestor was pulled out of his reverie by a touch on his arm and a familiar voice. Smiling, he looked upon his beloved son, seeing Ecthelion so strongly upon his face; only his eyes were similar to his own. Erestor’s smile soon faded when he saw heaviness in Nenion’s eyes.

“What is wrong my son?”

“Father, I need to talk to you, inside.”
Erestor followed his son in and they sat at the table together where they shared their meals. Molnenion sighed heavily and ran a hand through chestnut hair. “There are rumors about.” Erestor cringed inwardly while outwardly he was calm and strong.

“There is talk that you are the lover of our King, Gil-Galad, is this true? I know that you and he are close…” Here Nenion trailed off, searching into his father’s eyes, though he already knew what the answer would be. Often he was sent to spend the night as an elfling with Meriliel and Laegon while Erestor was beckoned to the king for meetings. And as he grew and needed no minding, Erestor would meet with the king, not returning for hours afterwards.

“Yes, it is true.” Erestor stated truthfully.

“They say you are a whore.” Nenion whispered as his voice broke.

Erestor grabbed his son’s hands and looked steadily into charcoal eyes. “I am no whore, my son. I have only ever been with the king and one other before him.” Erestor felt no need to tell his son of his training in Gondolin and of his many teachers in the arts of pleasing one’s master. Molnenion thought that his mother was lost in Gondolin for Erestor could not find it in his heart to tell his son that he was begot out of him.

“Then, why is it hidden?” Molnenion tried to understand, he tried to make sense of all of this. He felt his father was withholding facts from him.

“It has always been so.” Erestor sighed heavily as Nenion pulled his hands away.

“Do you love him?” Nenion tilted his head to the side, and studied his father.

“Yes.” Came the fast reply.

“As king or Elf?” Nenion questioned.

“They are one in the same.”

“No, I beg to differ.”
“What do you wish to hear from me Nenion? For I fear that whatever I say shall be held against me.” Erestor let a single tear fall down his sculpted cheek.

“I seek to understand father, so that the next time I hear your name being slandered, that I might rightfully defend you!” Nenion stood angrily, knocking over the chair in the process. Erestor immediately stood and righted the chair, putting it back into place.

“Stop that! Why must you never let anything ever be out of place, tis not normal!” Nenion raised his voice as he strode out towards the door.

“I, forgive me Nenion…” Erestor began to follow his son, but was stopped by an upheld hand.

“Do not follow, I need to clear my head,” Nenion replied trying to stay calm, as he walked out the door and down the stone path towards Meriliel’s house. As he did so he passed the familiar messenger of the High King who was making his way towards their door. Nenion grunted and while shaking his head, began to run towards Meriliel’s house.

Erestor watched his son’s reaction to the passing messenger. He hadn’t realized that said messenger was in front of him now, until he heard the clearing his throat. Erestor looked up with glassy eyes, eyes wet with tears. “Yes?” he whispered.

“The king requests your presence.”

Erestor just nodded his response and blankly shut his door.


TBC….




Molnenion- son of slave and water (Quenyan)
Meriliel- daughter of rose